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Before the thought of Cleopatra every man is an Antony.

Cleopatra: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Antony: There’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.

Antony shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I’ th’ posture of a whore.

Cleopatra: Whoever is born on a day I forget to send a message to Antony will die a beggar. Bring ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Charmian, did I ever love Caesar as much as this? Charmian: Oh, that splendid Caesar! Cleopatra: May you choke on any other sentiments like that! Say, “That splendid Antony.” Charmian: The courageous Caesar! Cleopatra: By Isis, I’ll give you bloody teeth if you ever compare Caesar with Antony, my best man among men.

Cleopatra: Give me to drink Mandragora. Charmian: Why, madam? Cleopatra: That I might sleep out this great gap of time my Antony is away.

...Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love; we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report...

How shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty?

It is no surprise that the only woman in antiquity who could be the subject of a full-length biography is Cleopatra. Yet, unlike Alexander, whom she rivals as the theme of romance and legend, Cleopatra is known to us through overwhelmingly hostile sources. The reward of the ‘good’ woman in Rome was likely to be praise in stereotyped phrases; in Athens she won oblivion.

It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stolen our jewel.

Give to a gracious message a host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell themselves when they be felt.

My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. What, girl! though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth. Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand: Kiss it, my warrior: he hath fought to-day As if a god, in hate of mankind, had Destroy'd in such a shape.

Not romantic," she disagreed. "To me it would be romantic if Antony properly fell on his sword and kicked the bucket and Cleopatra escaped and lived a lovely life sailing along the Nile without him and his big ideas ruining her kingdom.

The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, And these the showers to bring it on..